Her son was off exploring on his own again, leaving his sooty mother to herself. She had already shown Thorgal most of Nerine, but she supposed there was a certain excitement with being trusted to be on your own. She loved him beyond compare, and was proud that he wasn’t afraid of being on his own. He wanted to make friends, but he wasn’t desperate for it. He neither sought out isolation, nor did he feel as if he couldn’t live around others. He did things at his own pace, and didn’t let cruel reality put him down.
Roseen smiled softly, though a little sadly. She just wished Leilan had come to visit every once in a while. Then he too would be equally proud of the young stallion their son was growing to be. They hadn’t spoken since Thorgal’s birth. And even then she had told him that he was allowed to visit, if only as a friend. Back then, after they had gone separate ways she was too afraid to seek him out, to tell him that she had finally calmed down and thought things over properly, that she had made a different decision. But now, she wasn’t afraid. There was something different between the mare she is now, and the mare Leilan last knew. One was a broken, frightened, and weak mare. While the other is a full blown mother. Having the precise life of her son in her hands, she had changed over the course of time. If Leilan saw her again he’d find she was a completely different mare now.
Not knowing where her feet had taken her, she looked up to see where she was going. Crashing wave from down below sounded in her ears, the scent of salt along with the sight of an endless ocean reaching out in the distance like vast land. The cliff was just ahead of her, a slight breeze sweeping past with the chill of both autumn and the sea.
But she wasn’t alone. The figure of another horse was there, standing at the cliffs edge.
After taking in a deep breath and slowly releasing it, she continued onward and approached the stallion. “Hello, Leilan,” her voice was soft spoken, sweet and rich like honey and smooth like silk. Another thing motherhood taught her to do.
She wasn’t sure how to act around him now that he was there standing before her. He might be angered again if she acted as though their fight had never happened, and yet, he might feel as if there’s no chance of letting it go and moving on, possibly becoming friends, if she acted as if she was still troubled by their last meeting. So she did nothing but say hello, showing her kindness and hoping he would see the difference in her now.
His reaction would tell her what she needed to know.
@[Leilan]